An eye on the beauty of life

Originally from the Paris suburbs, I had to experience the birth of spring in remote Dordogne to open the door to wonder. Hard for me to turn back. The beauty of the ‘real world’ sucked me in.

I was blind, and this contrast between the impulse of the wild and my life as a citizen resonated with the way I experienced the Earth.

I began to wander through the forest alone, startled by the slightest noise, and then the nightfall came, time for me to find the light of the fireplace. Was it normal to be afraid? Where did this feeling come from?

The questions flowed, as did the books and a few mentors, whose philosophy I imbibed, helped me to lift the veil on the mystery of the wild. The first hides, the first bivouacs, the discovery of isolated areas and their wild inhabitants. Longer and longer excursions followed, leading me to seek out the most unspoilt places that could feed the dream of glimpsing the primal beauty of the world.

Amaury Archambeaud

A pretext for images

Finding the wild and blending in. In other words, to look for islands of unspoilt nature, far from people if possible, without excluding them, but simply to see places that make you dream. Cathedrals of the old world...

There are plenty of them in France. They can be nature reserves, old-growth or open forests, and sometimes even marshland, a secret well-guarded by a simple wall of brambles...